Chapter 8: Bathing
[No, he only spent a tiny bit of money on you and now he wants to kiss you? And you actually let him?]
[No way! Even a hand-kiss is off-limits!]
107 reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, feeling that its innocent and beautiful little host was about to be defiled by a bad man. It began to wail in its soft, mushy voice, protesting vehemently.
Yu Deng: “…”
He and Zhou Yuejun were a couple, and since they were both men, he couldn’t exactly use the “wait until after marriage” excuse to stall him.
If he didn’t give a single benefit while constantly making Zhou Yuejun spend money on him, Zhou Yuejun wasn’t so stupid that heād play the sucker for two years, right?
Even though it was just a hand-kiss, for Zhou Yuejun, it was already a monumental honor.
He had worked as a welder before and was now handling rebar under the sun. Consequently, his hands were dark and rough; when he held them out, they looked as if they hadn’t been washed clean.
But Yu Dengās hands were differentāslender like scallion stalks, fingers like twisted flowers, and knuckles tinged with a delicate pink.
The striking contrast in skin tone also caught Yu Dengās attention.
However, he cared more about their physiques.
“Your hands are so big, and your arms are so thick. You can definitely do a lot of work. Unlike me, I can’t even move a fan. It seems like you’ll have to do all the chores at home from now on.”
The scent of a “green tea” was thick.
He intentionally praised Zhou Yuejun with mischievous intent. When he smiled, his lustrous eyes were full of playful cunning.
Zhou Yuejun understood the subtext of Yu Dengās words, yet he remained utterly willing: “Mhm. I’ll do it all.”
Zhou Yuejun wanted to kneel, feeling it would be more devout. He lowered his head and lightly pecked the back of that porcelain-soft hand.
So tender. The sweet, dense fragrance continued to drift into his nostrils, traveling deep into his lungs.
With just that one touch, something instantly exploded in his heart, and the blood throughout his body surged to the absolute limit.
Immediately after, he turned and dashed out the door, leaving Yu Deng with the silhouette of a man fleeing in a panic.
If he didn’t leave now, he really wouldn’t be able to. His baser instincts were about to be completely exposed.
Such a hideous and fierce side would surely terrify Yu Deng.
Yu Deng was indeed startled. He blinked his clear, round eyes and looked at his own hand, doubting himself.
“Why did he run away? Is my hand poisonous?”
Still, Zhou Yuejunās mouth was so hot, just like a flint. He wouldn’t let him kiss it next time.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t return late that night; essentially, as soon as it got dark, he was home.
When he arrived, Yu Deng was packing his luggage, which was scattered messily all over the bed.
The original owner had run away from home.
His family situation was complicated: his father had cheated, and his mother passed away shortly after giving birth to him. His father then brought the stepmother and her child into the house.
However, Yu Dengās grandmother had traditional views; she felt the stepmotherās conduct was improper and that the child she bore might not even be of their family line. For all these years, she never gave the stepmother or that child a good face, doting only on Yu Deng.
One could say that before his grandmother passed away, Yu Dengās life had been quite comfortable.
But a few months ago, the grandmother died. The stepmother immediately began inciting Yu Dengās father to stop Yu Deng from attending school, wanting him to work to support her own child’s education instead.
Only because the neighbors intervened was Yu Deng allowed to get his high school diploma.
His scumbag father and stepmother refused to pay for university, so Yu Deng sought out Zhou Yuejun at the county mechanical factory and fled as soon as he graduated high school.
Zhou Yuejun sorted through the items, gathering a large pile of old clothes: “We don’t want these anymore. I’ll take you to buy new ones when I have a day off in a couple of days.”
Yu Deng didn’t know what he had even done, but his forehead was covered in sweat. He plopped down on the bed, panting and refusing to move.
He then began to play the “misery card.”
“These are all Yu Tangās old clothes. The new ones my grandmother bought for me were all snatched away by Yu Tang.”
He was naturally as delicate as a porcelain doll, like a little Bodhisattvaāmeant to be a “golden branch and jade leaf,” enjoying endless goodness and service. When he pouted and complained, it felt as though the whole world had wronged and failed him.
Zhou Yuejunās pity was naturally piqued: “Then throw them all away. We don’t want them.”
Never mind that Yu Deng was disgusted; he himself was disgusted by Yu Deng wearing Yu Tangās things.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t afford to provide for Yu Deng. Why should he let Yu Deng wear someone else’s old clothes?
Those clothes smelled so bad; he couldn’t let them foul Yu Dengās scent.
[Wow, my host baby is so amazing! You’re so good at bullying the male lead, constantly making him spend money on you. That’s how it should be! Good baby!]
With both Zhou Yuejunās financial offensive and 107ās mindless praise, Yu Deng curled his lips, his heart bubbling with sweetness.
Zhou Yuejun cleared away the clothes, freeing up the bed.
On the 1.8-meter bed, Yu Deng was leaning back slightly on his hands, moving his legs restlessly, revealing an exceptionally perfect body ratio.
Zhou Yuejun averted his gaze once more: “Do you want some watermelon? I’ll go cut some.”
“I want it!” His voice was crisp, refreshing to the core.
Zhou Yuejun cut two slices for Yu Deng. After Yu Deng finished eating by the bed, the water Zhou Yuejun had put on the stove in the kitchen was also ready.
“Do you still want to bathe?”
Yu Deng nodded. He lowered his dangling legs, slipped into his slippers, and headed off.
Because he had rinsed off once at noon and hadn’t gone out in the afternoon, Yu Deng only used a bit of soap and finished quickly.
The same soap had a completely different effect when used by Yu Deng compared to Zhou Yuejun.
As Yu Deng passed by him, Zhou Yuejun felt like a puppy that wanted to stick to Yu Deng and circle around him.
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t boiled any water for himself; a cold shower was better for him to “lower his fire.”
Otherwise, his mind would be filled with nothing but filthy thoughts.
However, when he entered the bathroom, not only did the lingering white mist, moisture, and scent of soap remain, but Yu Dengās discarded clothes were also there.
A few small pieces were piled in the basin.
Pale gray and very thināhe wasn’t sure if they were even as big as his handābut the one thing Zhou Yuejun was certain of was that Yu Dengās scent surely lingered on them.
His fingers rubbed together, and the veins in his neck throbbed. Zhou Yuejun was truly suffering a total defeat.
Zhou Yuejun stayed in the shower for a long time.
Yu Deng had just eaten watermelon and had drunk plenty of water in the afternoon, so he really needed to relieve himself, but Zhou Yuejun showed no sign of coming out.
Unable to hold it, he walked to the bathroom door to urge him.
“Zhou Yuejun, when are you coming out? I need to go.”
A tense, dry, and gravelly voice responded: “Coming, wait a moment.”
Separated only by a door, Yu Deng was completely oblivious to Zhou Yuejunās struggle. His urging was three parts fierce and seven parts spoiled: “Hurry up.”
But he was truly desperate; his calves were starting to tremble, yet Zhou Yuejun still didn’t open the door. He began to knock on it impatiently.
“Zhou Yuejun, are you finished yet? I can’t hold it anymore! If you don’t come out, I’m going to wet my pants!”
“Zhou Yuejun! Zhou Yuejun!”
With a click, the door opened. Yu Deng, unable to wait a second longer, squeezed his way inside, completely failing to notice that the man wasn’t fully dressed.
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